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Flirting With Danger – Chapter 8
"It's 1.40, we should go down to the lobby," Blair broke the uncomfortable silence between them. Since last night, the two of them hadn't left the room and were poring over the thick case files on Devin.
"Wow. Blair Waldorf wearing sweat pants. That's something I thought I'd never see," he looked a her in surprise. Blair was wearing a black and gold Juicy Couture parka with matching black sweats.
She gave him a small smile. "I'm not wearing heels either," she said, proudly sticking out her foot for him to see - she was wearing her favourite baby pink Chanel ballet flats.
"Listen Waldorf," Chuck took hold of her hand as she left the room. "About last night," he paused, looking deep into her eyes. "I'm sorry, okay. I just...didn't realise I was dealing with the new Blair Waldorf," he sighed. "Can we pretend it never happened?"
Hearing the sadness in his voice made her want to rip his clothes off right there and scream 'I love you, you fool!'. But she was Blair Waldorf so instead, she nodded, "as far as I'm concerned...nothing eventful happened last night."
"Good, because it was seriously unprofessional. I don't know what came over me," Chuck shook his head in disbelief.
Blair smirked, "oh, nothing came over you...you were just being Chuck Bass."
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The car suddenly screeched to a halt. "Get out of the car," the driver ordered them after an hour of driving.
The two of them obliged and gasped in unison at the sight before them.
"Where the hell are we?" Blair wondered out loud. Before them was a colossal structure - an exact replica of Buckingham Palace, London.
"No questions!" the driver snarled, "follow me."
They passed through the grand gates and entered the 'palace.' The driver led them through various rooms until finally, they reached their destination. The room they were in bore an uncanny resemblance to the Oval Office. In fact, if there were a British Oval Office, it would look exactly like this room.
"Mr Bass and Ms Waldorf, I presume?" an intelligent looking man with silvery-blue eyes greeted them in a deep baritone voice.
They nodded and he gestured for them to take a seat. Roland Devin looked more like a Harvard professor than the head of one of the biggest crime syndicates. His black Dolce & Gabbana spectacles were on the tip of his nose, giving him a more scholarly look. "You know why you're here don't you?" he smiled cheerily at them, showing off two perfectly straight sets of teeth.
"You want to hire us," Chuck said in a bored tone.
"Well, yes. But today, you're here for something special," Roland Devin's eyes bored into Chuck's. He did not like the aloof tone this future recruit had used.
Blair sensed that Devin was slightly pissed of by Chuck's dismissive tone and a grinned inwardly. Let's see if he loses his cool easily, she thought to herself.
"Yeah, we know. We're taking a test. Big deal," Blair rolled her eyes dramatically and leaned back in the chair just as Roland Devin opened his mouth to say something.
"Follow Jack, he'll take you to the venue," Roland scowled and stood up, signalling that the meeting was over.
"The look on his face was priceless," Chuck whispered with a cheeky grin on his face as the followed Jack, the surly driver who had brought them here.
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"Here! Wait over here!" Jack instructed them. "You'll receive further instructions shortly."
With that, he strode out of the large hall he had brought them to. The place was the size of two football fields and was entirely grey.
Chuck surveyed the surroundings, "obstacle course," he declared. "That's how they're going to test our abilities."
"What? No way," Blair whirled around to face him. "Are you kidding?!"
"No. He's not," Roland's voice boomed from the speakers. "I suggest you two prepare yourselves...this is no ordinary obstacle course."
"What the fuck!" Blair screamed as loud screeching noises filled the air. In the distance, she could see figures approaching them swiftly.
"Uh, Blair? Any idea what the hell those things are?" Chuck looked at her, squinting.
Blair exhaled loudly. "I think I do. They're robots." She looked worried, "and considering the fact that they're Roland Devin's robots, I suggest we come up with a plan. FAST."
"Sorry honey, no time for a plan," he grabbed her by the hand and they started running, trying to put as much distance as possible between them and the mechanical beings.
"Fuck, I hate tests!" Blair exclaimed as she ran beside Chuck.
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Sorry this chapter was so short!!! I had writer's block :( Hope you don't totally hate this chapter. Reviews are loved!